DOPAMIN - Adam

Jeg knokler hårdt for de para, jeg altid på min grind

Tro brormand jeg rammer, evnher der står i vejen

Iskold om det regn eller sne

Selv hvis jeg falder så får de at se

Knepper dem alle og jeg gjorde det med stil

Chopper mig i ryggen og jeg tog det med et smil

Kommer til shufi, du ved jeg stabil

Brormand jeg køre ned til holland i bil

Fuck ogs de panser der kommer civil

Blir' aldrig taget de kender vores stil

Hen over grænsen, tro mig tager chancer, kender godt branchen

Vi holder balancen, pakker de para de ender i banken

For vi fokuseret på de para, for uden mønt er man fucked up

Nu hvor spillet det starter, tro mig brormand jeg hustler

Sagde til dem fra starten, de ved ikke hvad det koster

Flækker de bis og din bitch hun vil knep'

Skaffede mit nummer, hun ringer det trip

Siger til en nigger, hun vil ha' min pik

Men fuck ogs' din dame, jeg vil ikke se hende strip'

Tænker på tusindekronesedler i clips

17 år gammel hun gram på min bitch

Jeg var ramt på en splif, da jeg tænkte på en plan

Fuck at tænke på en dame, for jeg tænker på papir

Til de piger som der tror jeg kommer til at gi' dem para

Bare lad dem tro, men de ender med nada

Stoler på ingen, fjender tror de kunne narre mig

Lige ud af buret, de troede de kunne klare mig

Troede de ku' knæk' mig, de rammer bag tremmer

Nu jeg tilbage lad dem smage på mine flammer

For dem er det musik, men for mig er det mit liv (hold up)

Fuck at være i byen, hellere ryge end drik' mig stiv (hold up)

Sidde ned i studiet, cocaina ved min side

Adam stopper aldrig, det en ting som de skal vide

For dem er det musik, men for mig er det mit liv (hold up)

Fuck at være i byen, hellere ryge end drik' mig stiv (hold up)

Sidde ned i studiet, cocaina ved min side

Adam stopper aldrig, det en ting som de skal vide

Gal brormand jeg helt ramt

Suget for meget, jeg har det helt stramt

Tro mig bromand har det hele klar

Fucked up fra kun et gram

Fuck ogs' de panser, vi ruller i bander

Sjakaler iblandt os, de tror de kan stands' os

Jages ud af landet men de ved ikke vi dansker'

Stadig shufi på mine North Face handsker

Kommer fra blokken hvor de yngre de pløkker

De ældre de plyndrer, det hele det begynder

Fucked up, men det livet nigger

Adam siger det hele lige ud nigger

Ind i taxa, kører lige ud nigga

Fucker med shufi, ruller med über

Ruller min fed, mens chaufføren han cruser

Hen til en fest hvor de alle sammen boozer

Shababs og de kællinger hygger sig godt

Sniffer på shufi, det er ikk' cuttet op

Nu blev de junkie, de ringer igen

Jeg lave mine para, de henter en ven

Historien om stoffer den vil aldrig ende

Lange nætter vil jeg aldrig glemme

Det var mig og dem, ude på Istedgade

Jeg var fucked up fra den sidste plade

For det kun nogle gange at jeg køber fra staden

Og det er kun nogle gange at jeg selv er på gaden

Jeg vil heller lave mønt fra et kilo end en plade

For dem er det musik, men for mig er det mit liv (hol up)

Fuck at være i byen, hellere ryge end drik' mig stiv (hol up)

Sidde ned i studiet, cocaina ved min side

Adam stopper aldrig, det en ting som de skal vide

For dem er det musik, men for mig er det mit liv (hol up)

Fuck at være i byen, hellere ryge end drik' mig stiv (hol up)

Sidde ned i studiet, cocaina ved min side

Adam stopper aldrig, det en ting som de skal vide

Hvor skal jeg hen når jeg kradser, alle de ting jeg har lavet

Røveri, solgt shufi, slået folk ned på gaden

Hakket klumper fra pladen, med tanker om profit

Har set en junkie blive intens indtil da han fik sit fix

Det var tript så djævlen i hans øjne lige før han stak sig

Istedgadedagene, min connection var roster

Behøver ikke at nævne hans nationalitet

For Vestafrika de har den bedste kvalitet

Mor undskyld for alle de lange nætter du har bedt

Jeg har set dig knokle hver dag for mad til dine sønner

Det derfor du altid vil være i mine bønner

Håber gud han belønner, en engel i mine øjne

Du fandt para i min lomme og på mine bukser og min trøje

Jeg var 18 år gammel jeg var narkohandlerhøj

Havde det bedste crack på Istedgade som junkierne røg

Efter det købte jeg Nike Air Force inde på strøget

Tilbage på Nørrebro med hætten på og 17 lapper

Jeg be’r til gud hver dag at fælden aldrig klapper

Men hvis ender inde i cellen tro mig så jeg kampklar

Har været meget igennem jeg er langt fra de andre

I knuckle hard for the para I always on my grind

Believe brother I hit, evnher that stands in the way

Ice cold about the rain or snow

Even if I fall, they will see

Fucking them all and I did it in style

Chopper me in the back and I took it with a smile

Coming to shufi, you know I stable

Brother I drive down to holland by car

Fuck also the armor that comes civilian

Will never be taken they know our style

Across the border, believe me take chances, know the industry well

We keep the balance, they pack para they end up in the bank

Because we focused on the para, because without a coin you are fucked up

Now that the game it starts, believe me brother I hustle

Told them from the start, they do not know what it costs

Splits the bis and your bitch she wants to fuck '

Got my number, she's calling that trip

Says to a nigger, she wants my cock

But fuck also 'your lady, I do not want to see her strip'

Thinking of thousand-dollar bills in clips

17 year old she gram on my bitch

I was hit on a splif when I was thinking of a plan

Fuck thinking about a lady because I think about paper

To the girls who think I'll give them para

Just let them believe, but they end up with nada

Trust no one, enemies think they could fool me

Right out of the cage, they thought they could handle me

Thought they could 'crack' me, they hit behind bars

Now I back let them taste my flames

For them it's music, but for me it's my life (hold up)

Fuck being in town, rather smoke than drink 'me stiff (hold up)

Sitting down in the studio, cocaine by my side

Adam never stops, it's one thing they need to know

For them it's music, but for me it's my life (hold up)

Fuck being in town, rather smoke than drink 'me stiff (hold up)

Sitting down in the studio, cocaine by my side

Adam never stops, it's one thing they need to know

Crazy brother I totally hit

Sucked too much, I feel completely tight

Believe me bromand has it all ready

Fucked up from just one gram

Fuck the armor we roll in gangs too

Jackals among us, they think they can stop 'us

Chased out of the country but they do not know we Danes'

Still shufi on my North Face gloves

Comes from the block where the younger ones pick

The older they plunder, it all begins

Fucked up, but that life nigger

Adam says it all straight out nigger

Into the taxi, drive straight out the nigga

Fucker with shufi, rolls with über

Rolls my bold while the driver he crusher

To a party where they all boozer

Shababs and those bitches are having a good time

Sniffer on shufi, it's not cut up

Now they became junkies, they call again

I make my para, they pick up a friend

The story of drugs it will never end

Long nights I will never forget

It was me and them, out on Istedgade

I was fucked up from the last record

For it is only sometimes that I buy from the city

And it's only sometimes that I'm on the street myself

I would rather make coin from a kilo than a plate

For them it's music, but for me it's my life (hol up)

Fuck being in town, rather smoke than drink 'me stiff (hol up)

Sitting down in the studio, cocaine by my side

Adam never stops, it's one thing they need to know

For them it's music, but for me it's my life (hol up)

Fuck being in town, rather smoke than drink 'me stiff (hol up)

Sitting down in the studio, cocaine by my side

Adam never stops, it's one thing they need to know

Where am I going when I scratch, all the things I've done

Robbery, sold shufi, beat people down on the street

Chopped lumps from the plate, with thoughts of profit

Have seen a junkie get intense until when he got his fix

It was tripty so the devil in his eyes just before he stabbed himself

Istedgadedagene, my connection was roster

Need not mention his nationality

For West Africa they have the best quality

Mom sorry for all the long nights you've been praying

I've seen you knuckle every day for food for your sons

That's why you will always be in my prayers

Hope god he rewards, an angel in my eyes

You found para in my pocket and on my pants and my sweater

I was 18 years old I was a drug dealer tall

Had the best crack on Istedgade as the junkies smoked

After that, I bought the Nike Air Force inside the street

Back to Nørrebro with the hood on and 17 patches

I pray to God every day that the trap never claps

But if ends up inside the cell believe me then I fight ready

Have been through a lot I am far from the others